Group riding

I don’t do group rides. For those who have read or follow my blog over the years know that most of the rides I do are long distance or with a few friends.  However I stumbled across a local group of riders – Fat Bastards Riding Club – who intrigued me and when they advertised a…

Final thoughts – Riding in Spain

It really doesn’t matter how you do it, or what you ride, the important thing is that you do do it. Spain is an amazing place to ride. It is jam packed with history, fascinating towns and cities surrounded by amazing scenery, and connected by glorious roads. This is some of the best riding I…

All good things must come to an end

So the ride from the castle at Cardona was our last real day of riding. I must say I felt a bit sad knowing that today I’d be going to the Catalunya MotoGP. Not because I didn’t want to go to the race but it marks the end to this fabulous adventure on these fabulous…

Just Helping Out

As I have mentioned in previous posts, I help out with the occasional cycle road racing events as a motocom – ie a commassaire on a motorcycle.  So I have had quite a bit of experience in and around cyclists.  A month ago I had a call for help with an event (not a race) in…

Finding my way home

From Port Lincoln I continued up and around the coast popping into the various settlements along the way.  It amazed me the number of these little towns on my trip that had quite prominent murals painted on walls.   In endurance riding circles Horrocks pass is the welcome to the east, the first set of true…

Heading east – part 2

There’s something very beautiful about the Nullabor.  Many just see the long drag that you have to take when going across the country.  However, it isn’t like that. The landscape and vegetation changes many times as you move through the countryside, often with little or no transition. Trees, no trees, scrub, plains, rolling hills. And…